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A Man's Reach. Chapter One.
Yeah, I'm reposting this here, cos Lj cuts are annoying me at the moment.
Chapter One: A Quiet Evening
In which nearly-but-not-quite Admiral Norrington goes to have a drink and ends up having a fight.
The Crippled Beggar, the pub at the edge of Port Royal was my favourite. It wasn’t too rowdy or smoky, but nor was it quiet and dead; there was a ( Read more... ) -
SparrowHawk chapter 3
Dear Eve,
It is strange now I put pen to paper, I can think of nothing to write, although I have been waiting for an opportunity to write to you all day.
Today I saw the ship with black sails on the horizon- and this evening I got extra meat at dinner. It sounds mad I know, but I have come to think of it as my omen of good luck. It hovers somewhere ( Read more... ) -
Sparrowhawk, Chapter Two.
July, 1774
Jack Sparrow stands on before the captain of the Flying Dutchman, and Bootstrap Bill, somewhere, as it were, Between.
"The way I see is if he hadn't, as you put it, "betrayed", your words, not mine, us on the Isla Cruzes, then I'd've ended up in the Locker anyhow, and you'd not have to come to rescue me, on account of being dead, which, ( Read more... ) -
Sparrowhawk- Ch. 1 (ish)
I always thought the little silver bird on the chain was a christening present- a dove maybe. I’d had it ever since I could remember; I never took it off.
My father was an Admiral in the Royal Navy; my mother was a local girl, who he married, briefly. She caught a fever a few weeks after I was born, and never recovered. I don’t remember her, and ( Read more... ) -
Epilogue
We heard the raucous singing as we sat down to read, after the children had gone to bed; two ecstatic voices, shouting down the winter wind. I caught Will’s eye, and he grinned. John had gone home hours ago, the forge was shut up- all those years ago we settled on a contract we were all happy with, because I was not going to be content with ( Read more... ) -
Part Seven
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After That Pirate and I had parted ways, he going directly towards the imaginatively named West Bay- a pub which sold rum that had been filtered. Through a cat-
I turned westerly, in the direction of my brother’s house.
He lived closer to Eype than West Bay, in an elegant mansion a reassuring way back from the cliff edge.
I know, I know, I ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
It would be nice to say our relationship changed dramatically after that night in the office. It didn’t. In many respects, it was worse, because now we both had something to lose; some days, when he was out on the Mercury, and I, for some reason consigned to the office by the new governor, was signing, in my position as Acting Commodore (not that ( Read more... ) -
The fith part. In which a duel is fought, and Shakespeare is quoted excessively
James met me in the square. It was hot, my uniform was heavy and itchy; I had just rowed with Andy- a silly thing, under the circumstances, not fit for retelling- and Lord Beckett was late. I hate people being late, deliberately. It’s simply displaying his power. Look at me; I can make you sit around getting sweaty and burning in the sun.
James was ( Read more... ) -
Part four
We were on course for Tortuga to pick up supplies, and to satisfy those sailors not content with each other. I didn’t like it- Beckett knew Jack made port there, he could just be waiting for us…
“Now” Jack spoke close to my ear, and his arms circled my hips, “Why is it that I’m going along with this idea and leavin’ the heat and atmosphere and rum ( Read more... ) -
Part th e third- in which characterisation stops
“You didn’t do anything wrong…”
I think when he said that something snapped. I couldn’t bear having him so close, with his finger on my face like that without…. There is something so intimate about somebody’s fingers on your lips… I didn’t want somebody to tell me I was a good man, I’m not, I just wanted release. But I did need him to say I didn’t ( Read more... )